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CHAPTER THIRTEEN: The Gentle Interruption

작가: A. Cavelle
last update 게시일: 2025-11-19 18:29:13

Life began to feel strangely, profoundly still after Raymond.

It wasn't a state of being fully healed, nor was it a feeling of wholeness—it was simply steady in a way I hadn’t realized I’d needed for years. The constant psychic noise had finally been turned off. There was no more screaming, no more cyclical heartbreak, no more nights spent trying to force someone unstable to stay put. The chaos, which had been my familiar, toxic rhythm, had finally fallen quiet, and for the first time in memory
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